Thursday, July 10, 2008

utopia in a rectangle

Well that was helluva enjoyable.

Both things.
The pilates and my first photo shoot with The Rugmeister: Look at those fine creamy threads! ...and the contrast to the floor... (The stilettos are in the picture because they look fucking good on him, don't they?)

Pilates, it turns out, is really painful yoga.

Well actually, the pain isn't excruciating, just a little inconvenient. You have to squeeze a lot of beach balls, and it's all about the breathing and the stretching.

My new pilates instructor seems to believe that she'll stretch me toned.

All I have to do are these exercises and a few other breathy things regularly, and my posture will be perfect and I'll probably be...a longer person.

Because it's the stretching at endurance that hurts. But only for a bit! I really enjoyed it actually, and walked out feeling a little light headed from all that heavy breathing and my back seemed to spark its own personality.

I am now a reformed pilates person. I think I like it.

Next mission, I want to start dancing. Yeah, lame. But I want to dance like...Jennifer Lopez. And those freestyle dancers at Pro20 cricket. For real.
I think they look good. And plus, it should be a hoot with my fucking rhythm.
It should be an amusing challenge.

Or I'll be boring and join the gym. It's right next to my building, and it seems a waste not to do it. But three sports all at once? That seems a little extreme. It seems Exercisely Fascist. You know, where discipline and sheer dogged will rule your entire being – I respect those who do it, but I don't know if it's me. Will weigh up the options and see.

But. Whatever. Rug.

Then I got home to unfurl it out onto the floor. Just rolled it out, nice and smooth. And immediately flopped into it face down, mattress-planted. For maybe, like....well time just drifted.

I was in heaven. Softer than even my dreams imagined.

I positioned the coffee table in such a fashion that the mat could not be touched by stray unMonica-like feet. 3RM came over and I celebrated by me actually cooking. (Or whacking a family size Woolies chicken pie in the oven, and switching it on.)

But one thing has stuck: a seed of worry, perhaps. Because the guy that carried my rug to the car yesterday, his name was Shiraz. Swear to God.

I really hope this isn't a bad omen.

My Warhols arrive today. I hope.


Anonymous said...

Love the rug! I've been doing pilates and dancing for a while now and i think they work very well together. Pilates helps you keep a good posture during dancing and adds to your flexibility and strength. After a few pilates classes you'll actually feel your tummy muscles ache (if you do the breathing thing correctly). Its a wonderful feeling like you've actually achieved something!

Peas on Toast said...

Hi Anon - excellent! A good mixture, I like it - am going to investigate where I can do some hip hop classes.

The breathing thing was sensational, I must say. My back is definitely feeling a little tender, and my 'transverse muscle' as she called it. (The thing that holds my 'core', just below my stomach...), that thing is feeling a little sore - and I think I pulled something in my left leg.

But it's not terribly painful, I just feel a little stiff. You're right, it's a great feeling!

Betenoir said...

I did warn you.

that's one hot rug. growr!

Peas on Toast said...

Bete - you did! And next week I get to be pulled longitudinally by that pulley machine someone spoke of. Now that may be slightly uncomfortable!

It is a hot rug innit? I just love my hot rug! Just have to ensure I don't serve Shiraz in my house...;)

Muriel said...

Wow Peas beautiful rug. I like... Pilates? Nooooo please... but good luck to you he he

FiOnion said...

I've done pie-lates and it can hurt lekker, but is worth it after a while. Actually need to go back *sigh* since my front part is mimicking how I looked at 6 months PG.

As for gym? Bugger that! Go for the dancing! For a couple of years I did freestyle and hip-hop at the same studio as one or two of the Pro20 dancers, and all I can say is that it's like being able to party twice a week! Let me know if I should send you contact details of the guy who runs that studio. He's good.

Peas on Toast said...

Muriel - Thanks my dear! :)

Fionion - Oh I hope you right, I am counting on pie-lates (love that) transforming my stomach into a washboard masterpiece in two months. Can it be done? I need a washboard for Greece. It has to be done. C'est possible, ou non?

And yes PLEASE could you send me/post details of the hip hop studio! That would be ace! Especially if it's a jol and I get to do funny pelvic thrust motions that look AMAAAAZING at the same time!

Rico said...

Mmmmh... discarded black stilettos on a shaggy rug... that just gets the imagination going in a good way ;-)

Peas on Toast said...

Rico - Yeah I know what you mean...;)

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

i am in the market for a lime green rug.

cant wait to get my grubby little biscuit-grabbers on a green rug.

FiOnion said...

You have peamail on your Gmail...

Peas on Toast said...

Thrills - oooooh! Lime green? My rug is from @Home, and I haven't seen a lime green concoction there as far as I know. However...there are online rug catalogues. This I know. I've been through all of them - Google baby, and view the possibilities!

Fionion - thanks so much babe! Hip hop coordination is but a phonecall away!

Anonymous said...


With a PH....


Pilates is fan-effin-tastic to tone that ass into a peach...

you'll be peach on toast in no time!!!


Peas on Toast said...

Thanks Megz! Yeah let's hope it gives me a phat ass, not a fat ass :)

ha ha :)

Lisa said...

ohmigod babe!
ps. no comment on exericse, i don't believe in it

Peas on Toast said...

Lisa - I knew you'd love him! Wait till you see him in person/rug. :)

Ches said...

OMG, the RUG!!!!!
When can I come roll around on it....................?

Ches said... the sounds, not anytime soon! :(

Peas on Toast said...

Hey Ches! Back from my all important meeting :) Right come and roll around on it anytime punk, I'd be honoured! :)

Ches said...

I'll bring my she rug to meet your he rug!
Maybe go dust them off in the park...?

Peas on Toast said...

Fan-bloody-tastic! We can go rug-dusting in the park, I'll bring the wine! :)

The Blonde Blogshell said...

There's something missing in your apartment now... the rug is fabulous! need gold poles with the red rope around it. That way when a deserving suitor arrives and he may be lucky enough to take a rumble on the rug, you do the honours of unclipping the red rope! How fun!! You could be your own personal bouncer! I'd say let 3RM be the bouncer, but that could be a tad awkward!!!
Oh and what size shoe are you? I need to borrow dem stilettos! Ha!

Peas on Toast said...

Blogshell, you know parallel universes we indeed are. Because as you mention the pole, only days ago a pole in my living room was under serious consideration. And still is. I was to dance around a pole, on my rug, and then I'll be one happy woman.

3RM would be the best bouncer ever - trust me! What a plan, Stan!

PS: Size 6 or 7, depending on the shoe. :)

The Blonde Blogshell said...

Definitely parallel universes...I wanna start dancing...even got the number for a dance studio but I'm seriously afraid they might put this 25 year old beginner in the beginners class...of 6 year olds! FUN!

Peas on Toast said...

Oh no. Ohhhh no. I didn't think of that.

Hip hopping spawn?? China, I couldn't. I want hot men my age in my dance class. Is that too much to ask?